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[MF Doom]
Livin' off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster
I-C-E cold, nice to be old
Y2G steed twice to threefold
He sold scrolls, lo and behold

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool
The way it repeats to trick ya like a stuttering fool
Uttering butter king jewels
His mudda been cool
Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool
Made his chrome dome glisten
At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin'
Kept a spare somewhere

So nasty that it`s probably somewhat of a travesty
Having me daily total people
You can call me Your Majesty
Keep your battery charged
You know it won`t stick, yo
And it`s not his fault you kick slow

Should`ve let your trick `ho chick hold your sick glow

[Intro]
If you're waiting for a parade there ain't none
Sharpen up your spirit of adventure
The fabulous gay way
Hey what's the big idea
Yeah
I have no ideas, in fact I'm quite bewildered
Now don't get gay with me

[Verse 1]
Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out phony, until then

The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin sick and tired of a friggin liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full of skeletons and terry cloth Kangols
Flew the coop, before you hit it let me warn you
She did a cool hula-hoop, but don't get any on you
It's all a big scam, to make y'all eat pig ham
When he's on the mic he's like the triggerman, fig jam

Mic check...
Come through, dig the sound!
Crowd around!
I used to cop a lot
But never copped no drop
Hold mics like pony tails, tight, in [????]
Stop and stick around
Come through and dig the sound

Follow the light ... the light is your guide ...
I am controller of Planet X
And I've invited you here to discuss something that's very important
King Geedorah, take me to your leader
Quick to claim that he not no snake like, 'Me neither'
They need to take a breather
He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature
Been on Saturday feature -- pleased to meet cha'

Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Rap sold backs of treasure maps stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask em after ten miles of his goulashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder with a slip on holster..
A clip, a folder and his grip on a boulder bolster

Initially, the combination of the Radiohead frontman and the metal-faced villain, seems incongruous. Upon closer examination, it’s perfectly natural: two insular, brooding weirdos, whose music reflects a constant, centrifugal tension with the world around them. Consequently, Yorke’s “Gazzilion Ear” remix manages to make Doom sound even more warped and eccentric than usual. Though, I’m guessing that the original paranoid android supported Obama.

Looks like it's gonna be a great day today
To get some fresh air like a stray on a straightaway
Hey you, got a light? nah, a Bud Light
Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight
Looky here, it's just the way the cookie tear
Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year
The rocket scientist, with a pocket wine list
Some even say he might need some puss-psychiatrist

[MF Doom]
KEEP YA HOES IN CHECK!(..Super!)
I got this girl and she wants me to duke Her
I told her I'd come scoop her around 8, she said "Super!"
that sounds great, shorty girl's a trooper
no matter what I need her to do, she be like "Super!"
own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
on the microphone he flossed the ring "Super!

Out in the streets
You won't survive with, wack-ass beats ("We can see that!")
These days and times
Watch as we get ours with rhymes

To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast iron
Who been into when in blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick

Thats right I got problems and personal issues
Stories that'll make ya--eyes tear and wet tissue
Its true, I'm +Madd+ like the +Rapper+
I'm so upset I gotta put it up in my rap before I snapper
After the things I've seen from Atlanta to Queens
To the mean streets of Brooklyn when I was a teen
Back and forth to the Islands, scream when I left
But adapted, and still my dreams haven't left

Darker than the east river
Larger than the Empire State
Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate
Is on the job not my fate
Tired of the wait to the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits
Fire at a higher rate
Why'd they make the liars
Fliers scatter

...Give it a sec for the pain to start
This wreck right here it ain't for the faint of heart
They thought they saw the worst verse
From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first
Once they get to know us people dig us
Leaders in the fight for equal rights for niggaz
Inventor of the more demented flow nobody doubt it
This go for if ya bout it bout it or rowdy rowdy

It's horrible
One lonely evening alone home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches
Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes
Supposed to be checking e-mails
All I got is messages from ass naked females

More rhymin', pure diamond, tore hymen, poor timin'
Raw linin', Paul Simon tourin'... I'm in
Borin type an, snorin' pipe when. Hyper than four hype men
Excited writin', triflin' times ten - long stay
Songs play, gone haywire, wrong way on the interstate - integrate all day
It's just a small phase, that's what them all say
Then fall prey in a mini-mall hallway
Meant to be sold not told to friendly enemies

Mary, you make me wanna eat you
Everytime I see you, it's like the first time I meet you
Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too
Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through
Like my genie in a bottle
Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model
Before you know it, he have her on a stroll
Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold

Mary, you make me wanna eat you
Everytime I see you, it's like the first time I meet you
Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too
Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through
Like my genie in a bottle
Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model
Before you know it, he have her on a stroll
Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold

I get no kick from champagne
mere alcohol doesn't... thrill me at all
so tell me why shouldn't it be true
I get a kick outta brew...

There's only one beer left
rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf
tempt me, do a number on a label

Dr. Doom
My servants began to forge what was to become the most dreaded costume on
the face of the earth.
[sound of metal being forged]
The last thing to fit was the mask, when it conformed to my twisted features
in comfort.

MF Doom

[Intro]
So we're gonna stand on perimeter
We did have some shots fired right down the street on us
While this was goin on, so we gotta set up a tight perimeter
We got the streets blocked off
To make sure we don't have any drivebys on us
Other than that, the operation went, fairly well...

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco

Wreak havoc, beep beep it's mad traffic
Sleek and lavish people speaking leaking to the maverick
He see as just another felony drug arrest
Any day could be the one he pick the wrong thug to test
Slug through the vest... Shot in the street
For pulling heat on a father whose baby's gotta eat
And when they get hungry, it ain't shit funny
Paid to interfere with how a brother get his money

[Verse One]
Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell frizzes
The mind teases reality, crack the pieces
Nothin' eases, bein' chastise with blood baptize
Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
Statements will be made, acknowledge me (knowledge me)
My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me (enter me)
My mind is the gate ta Hell so try ta flee (try ta flee)

It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometime
Blare it in your jeep so your peoples can stare at them rhymes
Real rhymes, not your everyday hologram
Even when ribs were touchin' never swallowed the ham

He'd rather eat a sand sandwich salad
It might need salt like your man's bland ballad
A lot of stuff happens that the news won't tell you's